the story of lady gaga and the cat is all fake and stuff, so you all know. i dont want to make any enemies. not my best, but i probaly will intertwine her with one or six of my other 'cats'. so, that is what, two down? i also hope that you catch onto the fact that victoria is giving birth to her kittens. maybe that will be my next chapter...its only 11:31

Lady Gaga once visited the town of London, if fact she had lived there for a very short time and was not quite yet the Lady Gaga we all know and love. She was still mentally unwell, and a little special, but that didn't stop her from doing any of these crazy things that no one knows about. One was dying a cat different color.

To begin, the cat's name was Megan, spelt without an 'h' so that it would stand out among the Meghan's'. After getting a cat, she had to decide what colors to dye the hair. Choosing very carefully, Gaga chose orange and purple. Artfully dying the hair purple with orange polka dots, Megan was officially Gaga-ed up.

Now, unless you know of someone who had dyed their cat's fur two different colors, one would think that the animal authorities would confiscate the cat, in which they did because they didn't want this idea to be spread through the little monsters of the world. So Megan was placed in a pound that was actually rather empty and served strange food that wasn't really food, it was just some random chunks of factory made stuff concerning chemicals.

While spending time in there, Megan made many friends, two of which were Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, who were members of the locals' jellicle group. Megan had never heard of these cats, and so she helped the two cats plan their escape from the pound. They had gotten caught robbing this one restaurant of their chicken, and then claimed that the one cat that was in there had invited them in, but those humans didn't listen to cats. Why would they? Megan was dyed two different colors, and did Gaga listen? No. Maybe humans were just that ignorant.

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer were brother and sister, who had grown up together, and were sure that their mom was now dead because of their supposed father, Macavity. Well, that is how Mungo was told. Rumpleteazer refused to believe it. As Megan sat in her small cell, she listened to Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer bicker and laugh, as well as planning on getting out. There was hope for Megan to get out too, as long as she went straight to the junkyard with the two siblings and didn't ask questions. That was not a very hard decision to make.

The morning that they had planned to do the break out was a very sunny morning, and so the parole officers were still have awake and half asleep, clutching to their dear coffee cups for dear life, so they didn't notice when the three cats had undone their locks and walked out of the front door and headed for the junkyard.

Megan was not sure of her background, and so she wasn't at all very sure about staying at such a family oriented home, and so when they had reached the junkyard, Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer had left her alone. Being the courageous cat that she was, she walked on in, and went up to the nearest cat. This cat had a big mane and a sparkly belt. Beside him was a silver tabby and a small tuxedo. You could tell that the small tux was under some pressure and was just panicking and that those two were summoned for a reason.

"Hello!" she said cheerfully, knowing that the big mane cat didn't know that she existed behind him.

"Arg, little kittens are always scaring me…wait a second. You're not from here are you little purple and orange cat. Now are you?" the silver tabby reprimanded him.

"Tugger, you should be making Mistoffelees feel better about him. Now go do it so that I don't have to give you to jenny. Go!" that tabby said. Then he turned to Megan.

"Well, hello, I guess. That cat was the Rum Tum Tugger and today he is being extra cocky. Just stay away from him. May I ask who you are and how you got here?"

"well, my name is Megan, and I got here after breaking out of the pound with Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, but they left me as soon as we got to the gate." The tabby surveyed her strange fur before continuing.

"I think that I might have heard of you. Were you Lady Gaga's cat?" Megan nodded, hoping that he knowing this would be a good thing.

"Err… this isn't really the best time for you to be here. You see, my dear young friend here, Mistoffelees, his mate is about to give birth and he is just freaking out. By the way, my name is Munkustrap."

Megan knew that this moment was overwhelming her, so she just shut up and found herself a comfy spot in the sun. It was on the highest point of the junkyard, on top of a chair. Then she found the most perfect cat. He was the one that was so rude to her earlier, but she still loved him. The way his belt sparkled from the position that she was in on the chair. She loved that cat. Surely he was taken though, so she was smarter than that, or was she? When was Megan ever sure about anything though, and so the life of this jellicle cat went on, interfering and learning, while just being herself and staying out of everyone's way. Maybe she was just special in her own kind of way, with a life and a new chance at fitting in with a bunch of cats that were all normal colors.

That Mistoffelees character made here feel normal though. She had a normal name, and she had a feeling that he had some qualities that would make David Copperfield look like a kindergartener. Maybe that is where she would fit in the best, with the strange looking and acting cats. Just maybe.